by Dena Christy
He held still for a moment, allowing her to run her hand over him. His chest was right there in front of her eyes. She leaned forward and swiped her tongue over his skin to taste him. He had a slightly salty taste, and she inhaled and breathed deeply of the scent that was unique to him. She may not have the keen sense of smell that he did, but she would know him now even if she could not see him.
There was a rumbled inside him and he put his hands on her waist, undid the fastener of her pants and shoved them down her legs along with her underwear. His hands then returned to her waist and he moved her back.
"I must see you. All of you." His hands slowly moved up her back, skating over her skin. Cheria shivered and her skin tightened. A flick of his fingers was all that was needed for him to undo her undergarment and it fell to the floor.
Her breasts felt heavy and she longed for him to touch her. She grasped his wrists and slid them up her torso. He knew without being asked what she wanted, and it was what he wanted too if the eagerness with which he cupped her breasts was any indication.
He caressed her, making her nipples tightened and sent desire thrumming even faster through her veins.
"Rone." His name was a sigh on her lips and she looked up at him to see his eyes flare when she said his name.
The skin was tight across his cheekbones, and she wanted him to be as naked as she was. Her hand went to his belt and undid it. Next came the fasteners holding his pants closed, and her fingers fumbled over them in her excitement. They brushed inside his waistband, against his skin and she felt his muscles tighten.
He moved her hands out of the way and stripped out of the rest of his clothes with smooth efficiency. It all fell away, and he stood there in nothing but skin. Cheria took a small step back so she could see him, all of him.
He had the big, hard body of a warrior. His light purple skin was smooth and without hair, and it was stretched over his muscles. He had a few scars here and there, a testament to the fact that he was a fighter. Her eyes drifted down and she could see how much he wanted her by the strength of his erection and he was proportional to the rest of his body.
"Does the sight of my body please you?"
She looked up, into his eyes. She nodded her head. "Does the sight of mine please you?"
"Very much. But I want to do more than look." He stepped toward her, took her hand and moved with her toward the bed. She climbed on it and settled in the center and looked up at him as he lowered his big body down next to her.
He leaned forward and brought his mouth down on hers. He kissed her deeply as he put his large palm down on her belly, moving it in slow circles over her skin. Down his hand drifted over her stomach until he reached her mound, and she parted her legs so he could touch her more intimately. His fingers stroked her aroused flesh and she tore her mouth away from his with a moan.
She looked up at him, and his dark eyes seemed pleased with her reaction to his touch. She rocked her hips, signaling to him that she wanted more. He stroked his fingers over her clit, teasing her and she moaned his name. He growled with pleasure as he leaned down so he could moved his lips along the skin of her neck.
She couldn't remember ever feeling this good. The stroking of his hand between her legs, of his mouth moving over her skin as he made his way to her breasts, aroused her further and drove her pleasure higher. She couldn't think about what was happening in the world around them, her focus had narrowed to the two of them in this bed.
She trembled when his mouth reached her breast and he dipped a finger inside her. Arching her back slightly, she offered herself up against him as she undulated her hips against his hand. He sucked her nipple into his mouth as he stroked her clit and pleasure flooded her body. She could feel the crest of it building, taking her higher and higher, coiling in her muscles until she could not hold back her release.
She called his name as her orgasm slammed through her, and she trembled with the force of it. Was his touch magic, was there something about him that made her achieve her release so easily and so quickly? She didn't know the answer, couldn't think of it because she was too busy feeling the pulses of pleasure that his touch was driving through her body.
She slowly came back to reality and opened her eyes to see him looking at her. His need for her was evident in every tense line of his body, in the taut skin of his face and in the blackness of his eyes. But she knew instinctively that he would not move to take his pleasure in her body until she invited him inside.
She knew what his mouth on her skin felt like, what his hand between her legs felt like, but she wanted more. She wanted to feel his cock inside her.
"I want you inside me, Rone."
He obeyed her whispered command in an instant, maneuvering his big body so that he was kneeling on the bed, and parted her thighs wide enough to accommodate his large frame. She felt a moment of trepidation as he used his hand to move the blunt head of his cock to the entrance of her body.
She'd never been with anyone as big as him, but she needn't have worried. He'd prepared her well for this, and his passage was smooth when he slowly eased inside her. She felt no pain, only a pleasurable fullness once he was fully inside her.
He moved his hands so they were on either side of her shoulders, and she put her hands on the tense, hard muscles of his arms and slid them up his smooth skin. He took that as his signal that she was ready for him to move. He drew back slowly until only the tip of him was inside her and he thrust forward.
“You feel so good, woman." His words were an aroused growl as he pulled back and thrust inside her again.
"You do too." And he did. It was like she was made to take his body inside her, as if there was no other being on this planet or any other that fit so well with her.
He moved steadily inside her, building the fire of her arousal inside her again until she clutched at him, grinding her pelvis against his. He moved so his body was more fully on top of hers and he kissed her. His mouth tasted so good as he thrust his tongue in her mouth in a parody of what he was doing with his cock.
It aroused her further, and she thought she would go out of her mind if she didn't find her release again soon. She could feel he was holding a part of himself back, as if she was too fragile to take the full strength of his desire for her. If he felt like he was made for her, she wanted him to feel that she was made for him.
She wanted him to feel everything he was capable of with her, she wanted him to be so aroused by her that he could not help but let himself go.
She pulled her mouth away from his, moved her face so that her mouth was at his ear.
"Fuck me harder, Rone." Her lips moved against his ear as she spoke, and she punctuated her statement by biting his earlobe.
His response was a deep, fierce growl as he pulled out of her, flipped her over onto her stomach and jerked her up so that she was on her knees with her body facing away from him. His cock thrust back inside her and her eyes rolled shut with how good he felt. This was what she wanted, what she needed from him.
He withdrew and thrust, harder and faster each time. She absorbed the driving force of his body inside her as she clutched the bedding while her pleasure spiraled higher and higher. It had never been like this, her body had never felt so out of control. It was like he was the master of her, like only he could take her this high and make her feel this good.
When his hand reached around and buried itself between her legs, stroking her hypersensitive clit in time with his thrusts she could no longer hold back the tide of her pleasure. The pressure built, taking her so high that she didn't know if she was ever going to be able to come down from it.
"Oh Rone, I'm going to come." She just needed something more from him to send her over the edge.
"Yes, woman. Come for me." There was a primitive possessiveness in his words, his accent thicker than it had been before and she could hear how close he was to his own release. The command in his voice, the extra thrust he gave her as he stroked her sensitize clit was enough to trigg
er the hardest orgasm she'd ever felt in her life. If she thought the one she'd experienced earlier with him had been intense, it was nothing like this one.
The pleasure going through her in pulse after driving pulse hurled her into a world of ecstasy that blocked out everything else. The center of her universe was the satisfaction he brought her, and as if from a great distance she felt him slam into her one last time as her name was ripped from him in his release.
The pulsing of his body inside her intensified her gratification and she collapsed weakly on the mattress. His body covered hers, as if he too had been overtaken by the intensity of their lovemaking.
* * *
Rone moved so that he was no longer laying on top of her prone body. He was hyperaware of the difference in his size when compared with hers, and he moved so that he was on his back on the bed beside her. She lay on her stomach, with her head turned away from him. Both their bodies were slick with sweat, and he couldn't recall ever engaging in such an intense coupling.
It was like she had been made by Thonax himself specifically for him. At first he'd held himself back, tempering his strength and desire because he did not want to overwhelm her, did not want to hurt her by unleashing the true strength of his desire for her. When she'd commanded him to fuck her harder and had bitten him, it had ripped away all his control, and he'd been possessed with a need so intense, an arousal so fierce that there was no alternative for him but to let himself go.
Now he worried that it had been too much for her, if somehow when he'd lost control he'd damaged her in some way. She lay so still, not moving except for the way her upper torso expanded and contracted with each breath she took.
He rolled so that he was on his side, and he put his hand on the middle of her back.
"Cheria? Are you well?"
She lifted her head slightly and turned it so she could look at him. Her blue eyes were warm and mellow, and it pleased him to see that she looked like a well satisfied woman. His well satisfied woman.
"Better than well. I'm fantastic." She rolled over onto her back, and stretched her body. Her back arched slightly, thrusting her firm breasts in the air. She settled back against the mattress and lay there with a content smile on her face with her eyes closed.
He could feel his desire for her take hold of him again. Despite the intensity of the encounter they'd just had, despite how much pleasure he'd found with her, he wanted it again.
But a true Thonaxian warrior put his woman's comfort ahead of his own, and she truly felt like his woman now. He'd pledge to protect her, she'd taken him inside her body and he'd found his release with her while she'd found hers with him. If he'd been on his planet, if she was a Thonaxian female that had brought him such intense pleasure, he would have known that she was the mate that Thonax had chosen for him.
Was it possible that perhaps she was the mate he'd been destined to find? He never thought that he would find such a woman on this planet, he'd been certain that only a Thonaxian female would be a true mate for him.
It was too soon for such thoughts, and while they were being stalked by a machine intent on killing them, keeping her safe needed to be his focus. For now, he would treat her like she was his woman, protect and care for her and when this mess they were in was all over, then and only then would he think about taking the steps necessary to permanently bind her to him. That was assuming, of course, that she wanted to be bound to him.
He moved so he was sitting up. Her eyes drifted open and she looked at him and smiled. He held his hand out to her.
"Come."
She put her hand in his without hesitation, and he drew her up as he stood by the bed.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see." He scooped her up and she gave a startled laugh as he lifted her easily and held her against him. A surge of pride went through him as he strode across the room and she rested her head against his shoulder as she put her arms around his neck. She was putting her trust in him, and he would do nothing to make her regret that.
He got to a door on the other side of the room, shifted her slightly and opened it. He knew what was on the other side, but she did not. When he'd stayed here before it had been in this very room.
He walked into an enormous wet room and Cheria gasped as she looked around. There was a sunken pool on one side that had steam rising from the water, a glass partition divided another portion of the room and there was a small private space in the opposite corner where one could relieve themselves.
The blue tiled floor shone like a mirror, and the wall had special, waterproof screens that changed depending on what the viewer wanted to see. At the moment it seemed like they were hovering in space surrounded by stars.
"This is amazing." There was awe in Cheria's voice, and Rone let go of her legs so she was standing.
"There are a number of different presets for the walls. We can change it if you prefer."
"No. I like it."
He gently took her by the arm and led her toward the glass partition. The glass door automatically slid open and closed behind them after they walked inside. Rone put his hand on the sensor and Cheria gasped as warm water fell like rain from the ceiling.
She tipped her head back, and water flowed over her nude body.
"This is marvelous." There was pleasure in her voice and Rone smiled to hear it. This was the first time he'd seen her truly relaxed and content, and he was glad that he had helped her achieve that. It would not last once reality intruded, but for the moment they could pretend that they were just two people exploring what it was like to be together.
He put his hand in a niche in the wall, and soap was dispensed in his hand. He kept it protected so it would not rinse away as he approached her. She tilted her head back down and smiled at him.
He reached for her, running his soap covered hands over her body, washing her, cleansing the sweat of their coupling from her. She purred as he massaged her shoulders and back after he moved behind her.
His arousal had grown by the time he finished washing her, and there was a sly look on her face when she turned her head to look at him.
"My turn."
She walked over to the niche, held her hand in it to receive the soap and came back to him.
He stood very still, bracing himself for the touch of her soap covered hands. She ran them over his body, cleansing him and driving his need for her higher. He hoped that she was not too sore from the last time he'd been inside her because he wanted to be inside her again.
He wanted her to desire him as much as he did her, to tremble with her need for him to take her, so he turned to her and fell on his knees. She braced her hands on top of his head as he lifted one of her thighs up on his shoulder, exposing all of her to him.
He moved his face forward until he could make love to her with his mouth. Her fingers dug into his hair, making his scalp sting as he flicked her clit with his tongue. His hands cupped her buttocks so he could hold her steady while he pleasured her with his mouth.
The sounds of her pleasure were the sweetest he'd ever heard and he knew that he would never grow tired of hearing it. She called his name with her orgasm, and a wave of possessiveness slammed through him when he heard it. She was his woman and he was the only one who could make her come like this.
Still supporting her, he got to his feet and held her as she melted against him. Water poured down their bodies, and it did nothing to dull his need for her. With the taste of her on his lips he longed to bury himself inside her. And when her hand reached down to encircle his cock, he closed his eyes and groaned. She stroked him, taking his need for her higher. But he did not want to spend himself in her hand, he wanted to be inside her.
He moved her hand away, keeping a hold of it as he moved over to the sensor, put his hand on it and the water stopped falling. He led her to the door, which opened in front of them and he took her over to the pool.
He got in the warm water and turned, putting his hands on her waist and lifting her in with h
im. Still holding on to her he took her over to the opposite edge, where there was a seat that went around the perimeter so the bather could sit if they wanted. He sat down and brought her onto his lap so she was straddling him. Warm water lapped around him, and she put her hands on either side of his face and kissed him.
He devoured her mouth, needing her, wanting her more than he'd ever wanted any other. But more than anything, he needed to be inside her. She seemed to need it too, because she tore her mouth away from him, shifted on his lap as she grasped him and brought him to the entrance of her body. He thrust his hips up as she sank down, and in a matter of seconds they were joined.
Her moist, tight body cradled him, and he closed his eyes for a second at how good she felt. He groaned when she moved, riding his cock up and down.
He opened his eyes and looked into hers. Their gazes were locked as they moved together. He held on to her and she to him as they rode the storm of their passion for each other. Soon his body was clamoring for release, but he needed her with him. He wanted to feel her orgasming around when he came, so he moved a hand under the water, found her clit with his thumb and stroked her.
Her head tipped back with a long drawn out groan, her hands clutched his shoulders as she moved her hips faster. He could feel her body climb toward ecstasy, could hear it in her voice and could see it in the rapture on her face. He ground his thumb against her, pushing her over the edge and she called his name as orgasm gripped her body.
The rhythmic squeezing of her body around him triggered his own release. It exploded from him in a pleasure so intense that he could do nothing but hold on to her and ride out the storm of it. He lost all sense of self, all sense of separateness from her. They were one, their pleasure had joined them in such a way that he would never be the same after this.
He cradled her against him, holding her as she rested limply against him as they returned to reality. Warm water lapped around them, and neither were in any hurry to move.
He opened his eyes, and looked at the stars surrounding them. This room was like their own little corner of space, where there was no danger, no worries, only pleasure.